[ He feels it, too. There really isn't any turning back now (there wasn't any turning back once Sakamoto put Zura's naked body on his lap, honestly.) Usually, Katsura has a plan of action when it comes to .. basically everything. Having sex, with as rarely as he does it, is no exception. But for some reason, he doesn't want to stop and talk and plan. He just wants to keep kissing Sakamoto fervently— sealing his lips over the top portion of Sakamoto's and sucking ever-so softly. He slows down his enthusiasm to dip his nose down and grace Sakamoto's lower lip next, his red cheek resting against Sakamoto's face.
Finally, he does let go, but keeps their kiss sealed— posture showing stiffness or uncertainty. Katsura eases himself, craning his head to the side to slip his tongue further inside, skirting across Sakamoto's for only a fleeting moment as his hands travel further and further down Sakamoto's arms, quietly appreciating their build until—
—they both reach around and tangle with Sakamoto's hands. He holds them both out to the side, his own fingers fidgeting clumsily until they slip through the spaces in Sakamoto's fingers, holding them delicately and loosely.
He adored Sakamoto's hands. He always admired them from a distance— appreciating their firm grip on his shoulders as they walked together years ago; appreciating the comfort they brought even though they were soaked in blood when it was cold and rainy and there was no other place to go but onward.
Now, it was different— even with the nasty scar baring into his flesh, Katsura adored them. They belonged to somebody dear to him that he knows will never change.
Katsura pulls back to bump his head against Sakamoto's, catching his breath as his feel his fingers curl up gently in his friend's hold. He leans back in the very slightest, enough to look Sakamoto in the eyes again. There is a soft smile tweaking on the corners of his lips— happiness? Was it really that easy? It couldn't be something like that.. but it was definitely something sincere; some kind of contentment. ]
I'm embarrassed.. [ His voice sounded scratchy— almost yearning, which he promptly tries to fix by clearing his dry throat. All he really needed to communicate to you, for now. He says this, tipping his forehead forward again to bump against Sakamoto's once more, no doubt to hide his face and expression. His hands, still holding Sakamoto's, bounce up and down as an idle way to circuit his nerves— up and down, up and down. Zura takes a harsh breath. ]
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Finally, he does let go, but keeps their kiss sealed— posture showing stiffness or uncertainty. Katsura eases himself, craning his head to the side to slip his tongue further inside, skirting across Sakamoto's for only a fleeting moment as his hands travel further and further down Sakamoto's arms, quietly appreciating their build until—
—they both reach around and tangle with Sakamoto's hands. He holds them both out to the side, his own fingers fidgeting clumsily until they slip through the spaces in Sakamoto's fingers, holding them delicately and loosely.
He adored Sakamoto's hands. He always admired them from a distance— appreciating their firm grip on his shoulders as they walked together years ago; appreciating the comfort they brought even though they were soaked in blood when it was cold and rainy and there was no other place to go but onward.
Now, it was different— even with the nasty scar baring into his flesh, Katsura adored them. They belonged to somebody dear to him that he knows will never change.
Katsura pulls back to bump his head against Sakamoto's, catching his breath as his feel his fingers curl up gently in his friend's hold. He leans back in the very slightest, enough to look Sakamoto in the eyes again. There is a soft smile tweaking on the corners of his lips— happiness? Was it really that easy? It couldn't be something like that.. but it was definitely something sincere; some kind of contentment. ]
I'm embarrassed..
[ His voice sounded scratchy— almost yearning, which he promptly tries to fix by clearing his dry throat. All he really needed to communicate to you, for now. He says this, tipping his forehead forward again to bump against Sakamoto's once more, no doubt to hide his face and expression. His hands, still holding Sakamoto's, bounce up and down as an idle way to circuit his nerves— up and down, up and down. Zura takes a harsh breath. ]
What I want— it's embarrassing..